#at least his one to rachel did.. but he didn’t even apologize to jane and mason.. just rachel | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gilbert-blythe-ruined-my-life · 4 years

Text

Anna watches S03xE07 for the first time (warning: spoilers!)

NOT looking forward to this episode at all.

In fact, I’m terrified.

Would rather NOT watch.

Anywho, now that’s out of the way, here we go!

“Anne’s article isn’t recieved quite as well as she planned” WELL WE KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN. THANKS. But Josie makes a brave decision? Ooooooooh.

OH DEAR. MARILLA IS NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY.

OH NO, IT’S HAPPENING.

ARE WE READY FOR THIS?

Mr Barry and his dad jokes.

Diana didn’t even think and went along with Marilla’s assumption. A true bosom friend. She’s a ride or die.

OH NO, IT’S HAPPENING.

THE ARTICLE’S MADE THINGS WORSE.

OH NO.

Ugh, the video’s frozen and won’t load.

Well, we all knew this was gonna happen. But still.

Poor Josie.

Poor Anne.

Big yikes.

Why won’t this episode load anymore??

Can we just talk about how good the casting is? Josie’s parents look like they really could be Miranda’s parents and the Andrews really do look like a family. A+ casting.

OH NO POOR BABY JOSIE.

‘We casn’t have this dirty bit of business mar the arrangments between you and Billy’. YUCK. JOSIE’S FATHER IS EVEN WORSE THAN HER MOTHER.

‘It doesn’t matter whose fault it is’.

UM. EXCUSE ME.

‘We’ll simply do whatever it takes to get him back’. EW NOBODY WANTS HIM BACK.

‘He’s not a nice boy!’ YES JOSIE. YES MY DAUGHTER. MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER. I HAVE NOW ADOPTED YOU. YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER NOW, NOT THEIR’S.

‘You put yourself in a situation…girl’s with repuatation’s don’t have choices’

My heart is breaking.

‘He hurt me!’ oh heavens. my baby.

Baby girl.

PROTECT HER.

Oh no.

IT’S ALL GOING DOWN.

‘Perhaps manifesto would be a better word’ NGL, I laughed.

So Anne didn’t mention Josie by name is the article? I’m glad about that.

I hope Anne does apologise to Josie.

‘Billy we’ll get you down to Charlottetown soon so we can find a woman more compatible with our interests’. EW, EW, EW, EW, EW. THANK GOODNESS THEY WON’T LET JOSIE MARRY HIM BUT EW. NO GIRL DESERVES THAT.

YES, IS PRISSY NOT ON HIS SIDE?? YES PRISSY! YOU GO PRISSY!

‘The only difference is that you found me worthy of defense’. PRISSY I LOVE YOU. WE STAN A FEMINIST QUEEN. OH WE STAN. ‘And now you’re hanging Josie out to dry because she’s not your daughter so “Off we go, onto the next!”’ STRAIGHT FACTS. POINTS. WERE. MADE. OH, WHAT A QUEEN. WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE??

‘Now that you mention it, I can think of one smell that’s worse than male desperation’.

FIRE UP THAT LOUD, ANOTHER ROUND OF SHOTS.

‘Hypocrisy’.

TURN DOWN FOR WHAT.

OH PRISSY. QUEEN. QUEEEEEEEEEEN. OH WE STAN. WE STAN, QUEEN.

‘Apologise to Josie’.

Diana is right. OH, BUT I HATE THAT SHE’S SO UPSET WITH ANNE.

MAKE UP SOON, MY DAUGHTERS.

OH SNAP.

THAT SLAP.

OH SNAP.

THAT SLAP.

HERE WE GO.

‘You’ve always been jealous of me. You couldn’t rise to my level so you brought me down to yours. Now I’m trash. Just like you’. OKAY HOLD UP.

WAIT.

HOLD ON ONE SECOND, MISS PYE.

OKAY LOOK, I GET IT. YOU’RE UPSET AND HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE. ANNE WAS WRONG.

BUT SERIOUSLY?

ANNE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO STUCK UP FOR YOU AND YOU KNOW IT. WHILE EVERYONE WAS TRASHING YOUR REP, ANNE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DEFENDED YOU AND BELIEVED YOU.

YES, GILBERT’S STICKING UP FOR ANNE WITH MOODY.

OH NO, SHIRBERT ARE FIGHTING AGAIN. YIKES.

Yay, Anne and Miss Stacey are having a feminist discussion!!!! She agrees with Anne, but knows what she did was wrong.

Poor, Anne. I do feel bad for my baby. I know what she did was wrong, but my heart still aches for her.

Great, now the old white men what to cancel the newspaper.

OH NO, THEY DID NOT JUST BRING MARY INTO THIS.

OH NO, NO THEY DIDN’T.

NOW IT’S PERSONAL.

I HOPE RACHEL UNLEASHES HER INNER FEMINIST.

This cinematography though. You can FEEL how Rachel is feeling.

DIANA AND JERRY. THEY’RE DISCUSSING THE BOOK.

THEY’RE GETTING DEEP.

OH NO.

JERRY’S NOT DEEP ENOUGH FOR DIANA.

‘Well, you’re a handsome creature, you have that in your favour’. WAS THAT A COMPLIMENT OR NOT MISS BARRY.

‘I wonder if we could think of something else to do, instead of just talking?’ EXCUSE ME MISS DIANA BARRY. BUT YOU CONTINUE TO BE THE BOLDEST GIRL IN AVONLEA.

OH NO, JERRY IS SAD.

WHAT’S GOING ON WITH DIANA AND JERRY.

ARE THEY NOT COMPATIBLE?????

‘This is not about the newspaper. This is about men being uncomfortable with woman. With mondernity itself’. YES MISS STACEY. YOU GO MISS STACEY.

YES. FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

‘I reckon you’ve heard from about enough men on this topic’. MATTHEW. PURE SWEET ANGEL. THE ONLY MAN I TRUST.

OH NO. HERE COMES ANNE’S BREAKDOWN.

AT LEAST MATTHEW DIDN’T DIE.

THE STORYCLUB. OH THE FEELS.

“W.R.I.T (We rest in truth)”

THE FEELINGS.

I HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS.

OH MY EMOTIONS.

YES GILBERT.

STICK UP FOR YOUR WIFE.

YES GILBERT.

YES.

YES GILBERT.

MY SON

MYYYYYYYYYYYYY SOOOOOOOOON.

LOOK AT MY SON.

PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD I’M LOOKING FOR.

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE INSIDE ME NOW.

LOOK AT HIM.

HE’S SO PROUD.

READING HIS WIFE’S ARTICLE.

‘You know she’d stand up for any one of you, even despite what you’re saying about her. She’d do what was right. That’s who she really is’. OH I’M GOING TO CRY.

YES. LOVE AND APPRECIATE HER. MY DAUGHTER DESERVES THE WORLD.

Guys, what it going on with Diana and Jerry? Are they just not compatible beyond attraction?? What are the writers trying to tell us??????

YES PRISSY, GET YOUR INHERITANCE.

YOU’RE THE OLDEST AND THE BRIGHTEST AND MOST ESPECIALLY THE WISEST.

Uh, I’m sorry about your father Prissy, truly I am.

You deserve so much more.

SHIRBERT AHHHH.

WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH DIANA??

WHAT??

TELL ME!!

Yes Anne, now that’s a beautiful apology!!

‘No one but you is allowed to dictate what you’re worth’.

JOSIE STILL BE JOSIE.

GUYS, JERRY IS ASKING ANNE FOR DATING ADVICE.

DIDN’T WE ASK FOR THIS???

YEAH BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYY.

‘She seems to like the kissing part but not the part where we talk’. I’M GOING TO CRY. MY POOR BABY. ‘It makes me feel like I’m not good enough’. I’M GOING TO CRRRRRYYYYYYY.

When is Anne going to click????

‘I have never heard you humble yourself like this. It sounds like she’s degrading you’. OH SHOOT. ‘Frankly, she doesn’t sound like a very nice person’.YIKES.

YIIIIIIIKKKES.

WHO’S GONNA TELL HER????

‘DIANA? YOU AND DIANA?’

‘SHE DIDN’T TELL YOU? YOU SEE, SHE’S ASHAMED TO BE WITH ME!’

WOW.

THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

I MEAN THAT REALLY GOT OUT OF HAND FAST.

Can’t believe Jerry called Diana “his girl” tho

Sorry for going off topic.

Yes Josie, take those rags out!

OH NO.

BILLY.

‘I like you. I mean, I still like you’.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

ARE THEY TRYING TO TELL ME THAT HE’S CHANGED.

BECAUSE I DON’T BELIEVE THEM.

‘I liked you too’. YES JOSIE. YES GIRL. THAT’S MY GIRL.

‘I can fix this. Want me to fix this?’ EW PLEASE GO AWAY.

‘I don’t want anything from you’. YES. I’M SO PROUD. ‘Least of all redemption’, MIC DROP.

DIANA IS HERE.

HERE WE GO.

HERE WE GO GUYS.

‘Who are you here to see. Me or Jerry?’

I’M HERE FOR THIS DRAMA.

‘It doesn’t mean anything’.

EXCUSE ME MISS BARRY.

‘How can kissing someone repeatedly not mean anything?”

‘I don’t know. I thought the kisses meant something, but then they didn’t, but then I didn’t want them to stop’.

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP.

I KNEW IT.

I KNEEEEEWWW IT.

‘Yesterday, Jerry came to talk to me about a girl who was being cruel. Never in a million years did I think he was describing my truest friend. Who are you?’

‘I’m still me!’

NO I’M NOT HERE FOR THIS DRAMA.

I TAKE IT BACK.

I WANT THIS TO STOP.

‘I promise you. I should have never gotten involved with him. It’s ridiculous’.

OH THE ANGST IS UNBEARABLE.

‘I guess I’ve never been good enough for you either’.

‘Don’t. you. dare’.

YA’LL

PLEASE SAY SIKE.

‘If you were my friend you’d understand’.

THE LOCKETS. SHE RIPPED HER LOCKET.

NO.

NOOOOOOOOOO.

PLEASE SAY SIKE.

THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.

NO.

PLEASE.

NOT THIS.

I’LL TAKE A GILBERT AND WINNIE KISS.

GILBERT AND WINNIE CAN GO GET MARRIED AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER I DON’T CARE.

NOT THIS.

NOT MY DAUGHTERS.

PLEASE.

That dowry is yours Prissy. GET IT.

JANE WHY. WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU. WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU.

‘Have faith, just a suggestion, not telling you what to do’. GILBERT.

If Dianne don’t make up by the end of this ep I will riot.

YES PRISSY.

I DON’T WANT SHIRBERT IF I CAN’T HAVE DIANNE.

I DON’T WANT IT.

MY DAUGHTERS.

I’M SO DEVASTATED.

THE WRITERS CAN MARRY GILBERT OFF TO WINNIE IDEC ANYMORE.

WHERE ARE MY DAUGHTERS.

GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTERS.

YES ANNE.

MATTHEW IS LOVING THIS.

YES JOSIE.

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS.

THIS IS THE MOST BADASS THING EVER.

THE PHOTO.

GILBERT RIPPING THE SUGGESTIONS.

AMAZING.

‘They’re not children. And they’re not out of control’.

JOSIE IS SMILING AT ANNE, MY HEART.

OH GILBERT.

HE HAS THAT SEASON 1 LOOK AGAIN.

THIS SHIRBERT MOMENT.

THIS MOMENT.

‘After all these years, who would have thought we’d make such a good T-E-A-M’.

STOP.

IT’S TOO MUCH.

WHAT AN ICONIC LINE.

IT’S SO SHIRBERT.

KISS.

KISS HER NOW.

KISS.

‘Winifred is a lucky gal’.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ANNE NO.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

GILBERT, HOW ARE YOU SO CLUELESS.

THEY’RE STEALING THE PRINTING PRESS.

NO.

THE CIGARETTE.

THE SCHOOLHOUSE IS GONNA BURN DOWN.

GUYS.

THAT EPISODE.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO THINK.

HELP.

DIANNE.

MY DAUGHTERS.

HELP.

#anna watches anne #3x07 #awae #anne with an e #anne #awae spoilers #anne with an e spoilers #anne spoilers #long post

86 notes · View notes

ty-talks-comics · 4 years

Text

Best of Marvel: Week of December 11th, 2019

Best of this Week: Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #14 - Tom Taylor, Marguerite Sauvage, Ken Lashley, Rachelle Rosenberg and Travis Lanham

There's a reason Spider-Man is Marvel's most popular hero.

He's the everyman. The guy that everyone of any age can relate to to some degree, or at least want to be even a little. Sometimes he's down on his luck, but he always pushes on. He somehow manages to juggle work-life balance with superheroism thrown into that awful mix. He has family and friends that care about him so much as he cares about them and though sometimes he's late or missed things, it's always for a good reason, because he's saving the world. What's a better way to repay all of his devotion than by being there for him for even just one night?

That's the entire premise of this issue and it absolutely builds off of the rest of this run to produce an almost tear inducing finale that made everything worth it. As sad as I am that this down-to-Earth superhero story is ending, it's certainly going out on a high note.

Ever since Aunt May’s cancer diagnosis in, I think, issue #4, her health has always been this lingering concern throughout the book. Even before Peter found out about May, we got an amazing issue where Spider-Man teamed up with his new sidekick, Spider-Bite, and we got that reveal that he had a potentially terminal disease. It was wonderful because Spider-Man showed that he was never too high in the clouds to remember who he was fighting for. Even when the kid wanted to give up, or didn’t have hope, Spider-Man was there for him and it was beautiful. Peter found a way to give that kid strength against all odds.

Peter, however, upon finding out about Aunt May’s diagnosis, didn’t have the same strength. He didn’t want to believe it. He stormed off, not knowing what to do. He had saved the universe, billions of lives and there was effectively nothing he could do for his ailing Aunt. It’s such a real, but childish response to horrible news like that. However, for Peter, it’s normal. Peter’s done everything under the sun to protect Aunt May in the past, even going so far as to sell his love and marriage with Mary Jane to Mephisto in order to save May’s life for another decade in our time. All May really needed was Peter to be there for her and he realized as much.

Aunt May, ever the tough cookie, didn’t respond to the news with defeated grief. Instead she reopened the FEAST center for New York’s homeless to do something good with whatever time she had left and without a doubt helped the community despite the many times it was destroyed or threatened by supervillains. She wasn’t going to let cancer stop her from being the amazing woman that she always has been.

This book begins with a flashback sequence drawn by Marguerite Sauvage. Colored in red and white, Aunt May consoles a crying Peter after he gets yelled at by Uncle Ben for running away. He misses his parents, but May is there to assure him that he’s never alone and that as he goes to sleep, she will be there when he wakes up. It’s a touching scene made great by Sauvage’s warm coloring, soft shadows and sweet body language that shows the affection between them.

When the flashback ends and we cut to the modern day, May goes in for her first round of treatments and Peter makes the same promise to her that she made for him, that he’ll be there when she wakes up. Of course, given the good old Parker luck, a supervillain manages to crash New York’s power grid, causing the hospital to lose power as well. Initially, Peter wants to stay in the hospital and drink their bad coffee, but his guilt convinces him that he’s needed in the city and he shoots off to fight whoever may be thinking of taking advantage of the darkness.

Initially, I thought this issue was going to be another one of Peter’s gauntlets where he’d have to go up against all of his villains and save the day alone and it sure seemed that way. Ken Lashley sets up a conflict with Shocker, making him look cool and dangerous with Rachelle Rosenberg’s colors making his energy waves look devastating. Just as the two are about to fight, Shocker gets THWIPPED away by Spider-Man: Miles Morales. Miles tells Peter that he’s not supposed to be out in the city tonight and asks his mentor to follow him.

Lashley stuns with a sequence of many of Peter’s friends protecting Spider-Man’s neighborhood for the night. Rumor, the newest elderly superhero that’s made her name in this series, Human Torch, Iron Man, Ben Grimm, Ms. Marvel, Mr. Fantastic, Miles and the Defenders (Jessica, Luke and Danny) all show up for him. Spider-Man may not get the respect from the public at large, but he has managed to cultivate amazing friendships among his own fellow heroes and what more could he possibly ask for?

Spider-Man returns to the hospital and tries to sneak back in when he’s stopped by a kid who gives him a bit of information on who might have caused the blackout. He manages to get a hold of Detective Sebbens, the officer he befriended early on in the series and she gives him an address. It leads him to a suburban neighborhood which is hilarious as Ken Lashley draws him running around like a nerd. Spider-Man finds the home and the perpetrator, a simple high school kid.

This is the bit that made me absolutely love this issue.

Peter understands that the kid is just that, a kid, so he calmly asks him to reboot the city’s power. The kid, Darick, does so, to the surprise of Spider-Man. He cites the many many times that Spider-Man has saved the world and even apologizes for making Spider-Man’s life harder. Spider-Man doesn’t come down hard on him. He sees that Darick’s a smart kid, able to hack the Social Services website into showing that he had a family when he’s been alone. Pete says there’ll be consequences, but promises to be there for him and says that he’ll talk to other people he knows about Darick - hopefully putting him on the right path.

The last beautiful shot is a mirror of what Aunt May said to Peter all those years ago as he’s there when she wakes up.

Tom Taylor knows how to write a damn good story. He understands what Spider-Man is all about; the little guy, the man on the street. Universe eating monsters be damned, Spider-Man will take on any threat, but what makes him so special is that he’ll always remain grounded. He didn’t have to go see the sick kid in the hospital and he certainly could have just thrown Darick under the jail, but he didn’t. He sees the good potential in everyone and gives them a chance to improve the world with that hope. That’s what’s made Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man such a refreshing story to read.

Sure, all of it may not have focused on small things, but it did focus on helping everyone. The Undercity, pensioners, how the people that Spider-Man’s saved feel about him. It’s been a wonderful ride, especially with the art teams. Ken Lashley and Marguerite Sauvage absolutely made this issue feel so personal with their stellart art.I only hope that we get to see more stories like this for other heroes. Not everything can always be the most dire of straits, sometimes it’s good to stop and smell the roses.

#friendly neighborhood spiderman #spider man #peter parker #aunt may #marvel comics #marvel #tom taylor #marguerite sauvage #ken lashley #rachelle rosenberg

8 notes · View notes

lilyvandersteen · 4 years

Text

Out of the Blue: Chapter 4

Cover art: @redheadgleek

Beta extraordinaire: @hkvoyage

Links: AO3, FF.net

Author’s Note:

Snarky Kurt is coming out to play... Ooh, Blaine, you picked the wrong person to anger!

Chapter 4: Called Out

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

Kurt was quick to welcome their guest of honor, who’d apparently brought his BROTHER to the wedding -hmm… Did that mean he was single at the moment?

One quick look confirmed that Mr. Anderson was still the handsomest man in all of North America. And if the rumors were true, he dated men as well as women, so Kurt actually stood a chance with him. Therefore, he made sure to mention he was single and very available while bringing him to the brides and officially introducing them.

Kurt adjusted his cravat and checked his coif while Mr. Anderson was congratulating the brides, and then graciously accepted Mr. Anderson’s praise of the decorations as he steered him up the fire escape and towards the circle of chairs they’d set up for the ceremony.

“It’s going to be pretty informal, as you can tell,” Kurt said, “Santana didn’t want to make a big production of it. Wanted nothing stiff or formulaic. That’s just not them.”

Mr. Anderson grinned. “I’ll like it all the better for that.”

Kurt shot him a quick smile and dashed off to Elliott to tell him to start the ceremony, sent Rachel over to Artie for the procession song, warned Tina to start taking pictures and then told bridesmaids Mercedes and Quinn as well as Britt and San to walk to their assigned spot.

As Rachel sang “The First Time I Saw Your Face”, the brides walked into the circle hand in hand and smiling – Brittany widely and Santana tremulously. Tina’s camera shutter clicked at a fierce pace, and Kurt stood there taking it all in for a moment, his throat thick with emotion.

Then he jumped back into action, taking the ring box out of his inside pocket and tying the rings around the necks of Lord and Lady Tubbington. Carrying their basket, he moved to stand next to Elliott.

Brittany and Santana’s vows made Kurt tear up, and by the many sniffles in the audience, he knew he wasn’t the only one affected.

Thankfully, the cats were as good as gold and stayed put throughout the ceremony, and when the right moment came, he held out Lady Tubbington to San for Brittany’s ring and Lord Tubbington to Britt for Santana’s ring.

After taking the ring off of his neck, Britt pulled Lord Tubbington closer and kissed his head.

“Oh, was that supposed to be the groom?” Elliott quipped. “Then we’ll need to start over!”

The terrace rang with laughter, and Lord Tubbington wriggled out of Kurt’s arms and fled. Lady Tubbington followed suit, but seeing as their task was fulfilled, it didn’t matter much.

As soon as Brittany and Santana had shared their first kiss as wives, to loud applause, Kurt gestured to Rachel to follow him to the kitchen, where they arranged champagne glasses on trays and filled them with an excellent spumante Kurt had found in Little Italy. Kurt got out the first batch of hors d’oeuvres, too, and they went around the terrace with their offerings.

Mr. Billionaire Anderson did not seem snobbish in the least, eating Kurt’s finger food with relish and complimenting him on the spumante, even asking to write down its name and where he got it.

When Kurt brought out his masterpiece, a three-tiered wedding cake decorated with rainbows and unicorns, as per Brittany’s request, Mr. Anderson whooped and hollered the loudest of them all, and his moan when he started eating cake made the tips of Kurt’s ears redden. He left only crumbs on his plate, and clamored for seconds, which Kurt hurried to give him, beaming.

Now that everyone was on their second piece of cake, Kurt took a minute to eat something himself. There wasn’t much left of the hors d’oeuvres, but what there was, Kurt decimated in seconds, and he ate one of the marzipan unicorns as dessert.

He took a glass of spumante to wash everything down in style, and surveyed the party with satisfaction. Yes, he had done it once again. The wedding was a resounding success. Now there was only the first dance to go, but that was up to Britt and San themselves.

Kurt made another round to fill up the guests’ glasses again, and then told the brides to get ready for their dance, Mercedes and Artie to sing, and Tina to catch all the magical moments on camera.

“Oh, I LOVE this part!” Rachel whispered loudly in his ear as she wound her arms around his waist.

Kurt kissed her head and hugged her back as they both watched their friends shine in their first dance.

“Look how happy they are,” Rachel sniffled. “Ah, this is amazing!”

“It is,” Kurt agreed. “Worth all the work and then some.”

“True. Though I’m going to dance a bit before I start on clean-up duty.”

“All right, then. Off you go, Miss Berry! But you will help me later!”

Laughing at her grimace, he pushed her towards the dance floor and then picked up the cake tray to wrap up what was left and put it in the fridge.

The party went on, and his friends took turns claiming the microphone for a song, until Santana took it to give a speech, thanking her wife for her promise of forever, thanking the guests for coming to witness their union, and thanking Kurt nicely for all his work organizing the wedding. He sent her an air kiss, and she half-laughed, half-sobbed, overcome with emotion.

He’d just stepped towards San to give her a hug when another voice piped up. Mr. Anderson’s brother. And for some reason, he was LIVID, accusing Britt and San of faking a wedding to swindle his brother out of an expensive gift, seeing as their family wasn’t even there, ranting and raving at the fake brides for taking advantage of his brother that way, and taking advantage of their friend to organize the whole event, too. He dissed all of Kurt’s careful wedding planning and hard work, pronouncing everything too cheap for an actual wedding.

Brittany shrank away from the venom in the guy’s voice, and even Santana seemed tongue-tied for a moment. The rest of Kurt’s friends, who had all been dancing and laughing a minute ago, now stood staring at the younger Mr. Anderson in shocked silence.

Kurt, however, felt his hackles rise. No way was this guy going to ruin everything at the eleventh hour. No way!

He fixed the man with a glare and gritted out, “Way to make snap judgments, Mr. Snob! For your information, Santana’s family is homophobic. As in, they don’t approve of her choice of spouse. They threw her out when she told them she was in love with Brittany, and are still expecting her to come to her senses and marry a man. Santana was crying this morning because her abuela wasn’t going to attend her wedding, so thank you very much for opening that wound again.”

The Andersons’ eyes flitted to Santana, who swallowed with difficulty and looked down. Brittany put her head on Santana’s shoulder and squeezed her hand in sympathy.

“And Brittany’s parents told her only last week that they’re getting a divorce,” Kurt continued. “She was so mad at them that she uninvited them to the wedding. And she’s the only child of two only children, and her grandparents are dead, so no other family. Any more questions?”

Mr. Snob rubbed his hand over his neck, his animosity all but gone. “I guess… I guess I just don’t see why people would tie the knot when they’re only twenty years old. That’s something for when you’re settled, not when you’re barely starting out.”

Kurt chuckled. “Believe me, I told them exactly the same thing when they came to me and asked if I’d plan their wedding. But they said they were sure of each other, and they didn’t want to wait. So I agreed, and made it as fabulous a small, low-budget wedding as I possibly could.”

“You did a wonderful job!” Mr. Anderson boomed, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. “This place looks like a dream, the brides are gorgeous, the ceremony was perfect, the music is lit, and I never had better hors d’oeuvres in my life. And the wedding cake! Beautiful AND scrumptious! If you ever plan a wedding again, do invite me, will you?”

Other guests chimed in with praise for Kurt as well, and soon they were all laughing and chatting and dancing again.

Kurt sent Mr. Anderson a small smile, grateful to him for defusing the tension, and then focused on Mr. Snob again. “Your assessment of me was spot-on, though, bravo. Yes, I’m the pathetic single gay who lives vicariously through his friends. Yes, I’d rather focus on their romance than fail at it myself. So far I’ve planned a wedding for my father and stepmother, for my show choir teacher and the school counselor, and now for Santana and Brittany. Because it made me happy to see them happy. And maybe that makes me a silly romantic, but it’s certainly better than thinking yourself far above anyone and being sarcastic and mean.”

Mr. Snob bit his lip and lowered his eyes for a moment, then looked Kurt straight in the eye and said, “You’re right. I was in a bad mood, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on all of you. I’m sorry.”

Kurt nodded coolly. “Apology accepted.”

Mr. Anderson put his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you know, I wouldn’t even have cared if this wedding were fake! Blaine can say what he wants, but you throw a damn good party, worth every cent of the gifts we brought! So, I’m serious, any event you’re planning in the future, send me word of it and I’ll be there.”

Kurt smiled wider at him this time. “I promise I will.”

Then he leaned in and whispered into Mr. Anderson’s ear, “And if you want to help things along, encourage Sam to propose to Mercedes. He’s been thinking and talking about it for ages, but he never makes a move. They’re over there, both of them.”

Kurt surreptitiously pointed to Sam and Mercedes so that Mr. Anderson would know whom he was talking about.

Mr. Anderson winked at Kurt and whispered back, “On it!” He sauntered back to the dance floor, bowed for Mercedes and swept her away in a quickstep.

Sam, who’d been dancing with his girlfriend until Mr. Anderson cut in, glared at his perceived rival.

Kurt grinned, and granted Mr. Snob (Blaine, apparently) only the merest glance before turning his back on him and starting to collect empty glasses and plates to take them to the kitchen. The guy was back to looking sullen, but Kurt didn’t give a hoot about that. He could sulk the whole night through, as far as Kurt was concerned.

Only, he didn’t. On his second run to the kitchen, laden with plates and trays, Kurt felt a presence behind him, and suddenly, his load was a lot lighter. Blaine had taken half of the stack and was carrying it to the sink.

“Where’s your dishwasher?” Blaine asked.

Kurt snorted. “None of that here. We wash up by hand. And by that I mean I wash up, nine times out of ten. The girls only help out when I force them to.”

“I’ll help,” Blaine offered.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re a guest. The snooty kind that finds fault with every detail of the wedding I planned. Why on earth would you help me out now?”

Blaine had the grace to blush. “Hey, I said I was sorry. I was out of line, and I’m trying to make up for it. Throw me a bone, would you?”

Kurt stared at him until he started to squirm, and only then did he say, “All right, then. You wash, I’ll dry.”

They worked together in companionable silence, Blaine softly singing to himself as he scrubbed and rinsed. Meanwhile, the party petered out around them, and one by one, Kurt’s friends said their goodbyes and left.

Once the dishes were done, Kurt thanked his helper and offered him another piece of wedding cake as a reward. They sat down on the sofa and ate their cake.

Kurt felt his eyes droop, and hoped he wouldn’t have to stay up much longer. He wanted to lie down and sleep for a week on end.

He woke abruptly, because he got jostled and his head lost its comfortable pillow all of a sudden.

“Uhm, wha?” said a voice very close to him.

Kurt blinked his eyes open and found that he had fallen asleep against Blaine, who had dozed off too, if his slow reaction and slurring speech were any indication.

“You coming, squirt?”

“Don’t call me squirt,” Blaine snapped, rubbing his eyes like a five-year-old.

“Aw, Blainey, why are you still tetchy? You just got to spend some time alone with a gorgeous guy.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Washing the dishes.”

“You know what Nana used to say.”

“Yeah. ‘Share your life with someone you like doing chores with.’”

“And did you like it?”

Blaine blushed and lowered his eyes. Oh, wow, he had beautiful long lashes. In his own way, he was quite as handsome as his brother. While washing the dishes, he’d been singing under his breath, and his voice was lovely. And he’d washed the dishes efficiently and without complaint. Pity he was such a curmudgeon.

Mr. Anderson waggled his eyebrows until Blaine let out a plaintive “Cooooop!!”

“Blaaaaaaaine!!”

“Okay, let’s go before you embarrass me even more. And keep it down, will you. Don’t wake Kurt. He must be exhausted.”

Blaine’s eyes swept from Coop to Kurt, and he visibly started when he saw that Kurt had woken up.

“Too late for that,” Kurt drawled, sitting up. “But I can always go right back to sleep.”

Blaine looked shocked. “You don’t want to move to your bed?”

Kurt shook his head. “Nope. Whenever Britt stays over, she and San get my bed, and I sleep on the sofa. Usually, San sleeps here, but it doesn’t fit two people. When Britt stops touring with Mercedes, San and Britt will look for their own place, but for now, this works.”

Blaine bit his lip. “You know sleeping on a sofa is bad for your back, right?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t know how San has dealt with it for so long. One night here and I’m stiff and aching all over for a week.”

“So why don’t you buy an extra bed? Or at least a decent sofa bed?”

Kurt shrugged. “It’s on the list.”

“What list?”

“The list of things we need to save up for.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “Why did you ask for a 25K pet pavilion for your cats as a wedding gift when you can’t even afford decent beds for yourself?”

There he went again, Sir Judgy McJudge-a-Lot! He did have a point, though.

Kurt grimaced. “The cat stuff was all Brittany’s idea. We should never have let her compile the registry. We didn’t notice what kind of silly stuff she’d asked for until after your brother had bought the pet pavilion. It’s a stupid waste of money, I quite agree. If you’d like your money back, you can cancel that gift. Please do. We’ve been feeling awful about it.”

Wasn’t that the truth…

Blaine seemed slightly mollified, but still continued his questioning. “Also, if you have no money for something as basic as a bed, where did you get the dough to plan a wedding?”

Kurt flushed. Rude much? “I did a lot of it myself. I also called in a lot of favors, and borrowed stuff. And we all worked extra shifts.”

Blaine nodded, seemingly accepting this explanation. Insufferable snob!

“Well, you did a wonderful job!” Mr. Anderson boomed. “I had a splendid time, so thank you very much! And Brittany can keep the pavilion for her lovely cats. Don’t you worry your pretty heads about that!”

Kurt got up from the sofa and shook hands with Mr. Anderson. “Mr. Anderson, thank you for coming.”

“Oh, please call me Cooper. Or Coop for short. I hope to see you again soon for another party. And it’s ME who should thank YOU!”

Kurt smiled at Cooper, and then turned to Blaine. “Thank you for helping with the dishes.”

“It was my pleasure,” Blaine assured him. “And sorry again for my rant earlier. I was wrong.”

His earnestly repentant face made Kurt feel a bit guilty.

The brothers left with a smile and a wave. Kurt pulled at the heavy door to close it and then sank down against it, whispering, “You weren’t, though. You were absolutely right. We did it all for the presents.”

#bbb2020 #blaine big bang 2020 #klaine fanfiction #my fic #out of the blue

3 notes · View notes

spaceorphan18 · 5 years

Text

Finding Kurt Hummel: The Rise and Fall of Sue Sylvester

Masterpost

6x10: The Rise and Fall of Sue Sylvester

And here we are at the infamous Sue episode panned by fans everywhere. Is it really that bad? Well I did have it as my least favorite episode of the series, (though after careful inspection, that title truly goes to the hot mess that is I Kissed a Girl). However, believe it or not, I don’t think this is the /worst/ Glee ever put out. I do, though, think the context is what makes it so frustrating.

Child Star and Other Missed Opportunities

Here’s the thing - when you write out season 6 on paper, I think the structure of what the writers were going for makes a lot more sense. The main story that they were telling was getting the Glee club back in order, to be, in a way, an echo of what season 1 was. And for the most part, I do think that structure works. You have Rachel in the ‘Will’ spot as teacher, trying to get her life together while trying to inspire these young kids to be awesome, and like the end of the Front 13 - the ending there is Sectionals.

All the other plot lines are secondary, including Rachel’s triumphant return to New York, which is the b-story of the entire season. Kurt (and Blaine)’s reunion arc might be, eh, a distant 3rd? Maybe 4th after Will’s. But that’s what makes these final three episodes (before the final two that make up, essentially, the series finale) so jarring. We’ve been used to strong focus on Kurt and Blaine as secondary characters, and the kids have been the main focus since season 3. Shifting everything back so that Will and Sue are the main characters, with Rachel as a secondary lead feels... off.

The thing is -- I see what they were trying to do here. After wrapping up the Klaine (and Brittana) arc - the last arcs that the ‘kid’ characters get (besides Rachel) we essentially have three extra episodes left. One will be the competition episode. One was the episode about the New Newbies which I don’t think was a bad thing - even if I think introducing a new character five episodes before the end was a dumb move. But like the original kids, I think these new kids rightfully deserved an episode of their own. And thus leaves one episode where they needed to do, well, something.

And hence - we get Sue.

Yeah - It would have been nice if they had spent an episode exploring Kurt and Blaine’s now married life, or what the hell are Mercedes, Artie, Tina, Brittany, Santana, Mike, etc, etc, etc, etc, doing with their lives. But - in the minds of the glee writers... they already did that in various capacities over the previous episodes.

But even more than that - for reasons I’ll never fully understand, unless it’s about how much they love Jane Lynch, they decided to focus an episode on Sue. And while the episode isn’t the utter worst thing Glee ever did (honestly, go back and watch IKAG again...), trying to make emotional sense of a character you’ve reduced to a cartoon character, who breaks the fourth wall just... doesn’t work. And on top of that, they don’t resolve anything, nor is it that interesting to watch. Sue remains, well, Sue and nothing remotely happens.

So yeah, this ‘filler’ episode was a way to stall time before the obligatory ending Sectionals episode - and they filled it up with a lot of what no one wanted, especially the precious few who were still watching. And thus, we have the most frustrating and least satisfying episode of the entire series. Thankfully, Kurt is barely in it.

Burn the House Down

So, we open with the New New New Directions in typical Glee fashion, doing the hot single of the moment - idk even know the name of the song, though - Rather Be? Idk. Anyway, Kurt and Blaine come sombering in, cause, plot dictates they be there for exposition.

And we find out that Dalton has burned to the ground.

So.

Here’s the thing - there could have been an interesting story here for Blaine -- matching Rachel’s story about having to grow up and move on. I mean, it’s kind of subtly and subtextually there. It is (another) reason Blaine is forced to move on and grow up.

But. Do you know why they burned Dalton to the ground (other than doing it probably out of spite)? Not for some kind of deeper level of symbolism. Nope. They did it so New Directions can meet their quota of having 12 members. That stupid, fucking rule. I realize that it’s now become a joke (as mentioned earlier in the Hurt Locker episodes). But c’mon Glee. It’s like you’re not even trying now.

But also, like after most big Klaine events - do Kurt and Blaine get a moment to reflect on their newly marriage life? Nope. Other than talking about a piano exploding in the next episode, Kurt and Blaine won’t share dialogue again until the series finale. On top of that -- instead of getting to be happy newlyweds, they have Blaine upset because his surrogate home has burned down. Thanks writers. Thanks.

However - there are two things I do like about this little moment. A) the fact that Kurt is being a very comforting husband. B) the fact that they are wearing their proposal colors. Nice touch costume dept. You get the gold star.

In the next scene - we get the indoctrination of the Warblers into the New Directions. And Kurt just nods his head along in all the appropriate places. Not a whole lot to talk about -- other than now that we’ve got Will back in charge, Rachel and Kurt have faded into the background. Is Kurt even teaching anything any more? No, not really - despite all the ‘conversations’ Kurt, Rachel, Will, and Blaine have off screen.

Anyway - you know another reason Dalton was burned to ground? To service the Sue plot. Yup. God. Luckily, though, I don’t really have to go into it.

The Way Too Long Geraldo Segment

So, long story short, Sue’s hurt locker was found out and then she’s exposed on Geraldo, which does go on way, way to long. Look, there are some funny moments and callbacks, like the finding of Sue’s Penthouse magazine and the quick return of Joe. But it just becomes stale as it continues after the commercial break. Also, though, Sue’s not going to actually face ramifications. I mean, she should really be in jail just on the hurt locker alone. But this is Glee, where Will, Sue, and Rachel never have to really deal with the actions they make.

So - Kurt’s bit is about the elevator. Which is... fine. It kind of feels hollow since they’re going to thank her in the finale, and she just sent them on a week long honeymoon. But yeah - don’t kidnap people, guys. Bad. The best part of this is the look on Blaine’s face.

Unity

This scene was almost impossible to get a good still. Oh well. Anyway, a good twenty minutes of the episode later...

So, I should mention in the previous scene, the gang is all trying to help Rachel through her issues and trying to get her back to New York (or whatever). It’s a little weird that Kurt is not here since he’s spent so much of his screen time playing emotional prop to Rachel Berry. but I guess I’m not complaining even if I think it’s weird? But we do get Sam calling NYADA a scam school, and info that Blaine was kicked out by Carmen herself - to which I say, why does anyone care about this school?? Whatever. It is a funny little scene though.

Anyway, back to this scene -- where the Warblers and the New Directions are arguing over costumes. And the only real thing I get out of it (Kurt-wise) is that Kurt really hated wearing that uniform when he went there, lol. (He did, though, it’s in season 2.)

And I know there was some grumbling of this scene - why is Kurt taking New Directions’s side? Why is he not supporting Blaine and the Warblers - to which I say... the writers didn’t give a shit about that. Seriously. This scene is a) about comedy and b) presenting this argument that will be compromised in about ten minutes anyway. It’s not at all any kind of reflection on Kurt or Blaine or their relationship. And actually, I’m of half mind that the writers completely forgot that Kurt even went to Dalton himself.

In the large scheme of Kurt related things - this scene barely registers, tbh. **shrugs**

Hey, but costumes wins again - Kurt and Blaine are wearing each other’s colors!

Final Countdown

So, Sue and Will duke it out through music - like it’s always done, and we get confirmation -- all those fantasy performances? Were just that -- fantasies. I kinda do like when the kids come in and are like - wtf??!? Kurt tells Rachel that he hopes that the’ll never become that. Oh y’all won’t, promise ;) Anyway - I love that the show comments that Will and Sue have lost it - like we haven’t known that since the end of season 1.

So, uh, the next day? Will apologizes for being an idiot. Okay, fine. And then Rachel says that now -- if the glee club doesn’t win, all fine arts will be cut. Because that makes a load of sense, c’mon writers, c’mon....

Anyway - the one redeeming thing for this otherwise ridiculous little scene, is that Kurt’s a ball of optimism -- he inwardly reflects on all the crap that’s happened in his life and he turns it around saying that they’ll never give up on anything (to which Blaine looks at him adoringly). And, I mean, it’s a subtle thing -- but I kinda love this. Because here’s a kid who has been through hell and back and a lot of shitty things (even recently) and you know what? He’s fine. He’s in a good place, he’s happy, he’s loved, he’s got a great support system, and a good attitude about life. And, he’s got a great motto to go along with it -- It’s Got Bette Midler. (lol)

But I mean, let’s take a second and think about the fact that Kurt started his journey being that kid who gets thrown in dumpsters for being weird and gay and now, you know what? He’s fine. He’s really, really, really fine. :)

Rise

So - here at the end, we see Blaine solving the absolute crisis of the episode and somehow he’s managed to make, like, twenty unity blazers overnight, combining the Dalton tradition with the McKinley colors. And did it without Kurt knowing what he was up to because Kurt was totally surprised. But it’s in a good way, Kurt’s incredibly proud that Blaine managed to solve this epic dilemma. (I joke, but really, it’s sweet that Kurt’s, again, proud of his new husband).

Meanwhile, we get the song Rise, written by Darren Criss -- and I’m kind of impressed with this song -- it manages to reference birds, Dalton burning down, the kids rising to the top, and the fall of Sue Sylvester all in one go. Color me impressed, too. (Btw, this is such a Darren-esque song, I can hear this in his voice even if I’ve never heard him actually sing it.)

I’ll leave you with the some lyrics, which I’m sure you can work out their meaning on your own ;)

Have you ever felt like you woke up (On the wrong side of your heart) Has it ever felt like it's broken (Like the world tore it apart) Have you felt so weak, You could hardly stand Like if you ever fell You could never tell If you'd ever get back up again I know it's hard to do, But I think you can make it, Cause I know we can take it Baby we will... Rise We are young we are the dreamers we will fly When the world will not believe us, We will rise above the ashes Before this whole life passes us by You and I, we will rise

#finding kh #kurt hummel

25 notes · View notes

god-hunter · 6 years

Photo

X-Men: Gold #26-30

This was the ‘Til Death Do Us Part arc, and boy was it a drag. Well, issue 30 anyway. But the adventure was actually pretty good! I was never looking forward their wedding in the first place though, which means I didn’t really mind the ending, lol.

Issue 26, showed us a neat flashback of Kitty meeting Piotr for the very first time and instantly having a crush on him. They cut to now, where they’re having lunch in South America for some reason and have a half-hearted conversation about why it took so long for them to get here. Almost as if Kitty is having second thoughts..

But then action takes place. Rachel, Gambit, Rogue, Night Crawler and Storm are trying to track down Mesmero. They end up catching him and have I mentioned that Storm got a serious upgrade in the form of Asgardian Armor, with a hammer and all? I should have mentioned it last time, but she ended up receiving Stormcaster, while in Prison, which was a big deal and a throwback to an old story, apparently. So now, she’s basically replacement Jane Foster. (At least for the time being). [To be honest, if they had made that decision in the first place, I might have actually read the Thor books...]

Anyway, the real premise starts when Nance and the nanite that survived, whose calling himself Alpha now, come up with a crazy plan to abduct Piotr. Fast forwarding to his Bachelor Party that night, this is where that abduction takes place. He gets his ass kicked in the bathroom by Alpha and is taken away.

Issue 27 started with another flashback, to when Kitty first made a move on Piotr. That was pretty neat. Cut to now, the rest of the bachelor party are distraught that Piotr is gone.

Storm talks to Rachel about her cool Stormcaster upgrade while also showing concern that Rachel is getting to powerful, herself. [Hypocritcal, much? Nah I get it. Rachel has like dark power from the future, or something.] Her whiskers are back and everything.

Kitty, Rachel, Storm & Rogue become alerted to the fact that Piotr is missing. [And we’re given a brief explanation as to why the other guys aren’t around. Something about scouting the area.. Yeah, okay...]

In the Savage Land, that is where Pete is being held captive. Nance reveals that she wants to extract the Legacy Virus from his DNA or something and kill the rest of the Mutant race with it.

The Gold Team regroups in Vegas, where they all somehow track him down to the Savage Land. [Overpowered Rachel plot device saves the day].

Piotr and Alpha have a talk about how this plan doesn’t make sense and using the logic, Alpha admits that he is a mutation of a sort, too. Which is why he will self-terminate after enacting his plan. [Jeez]

From there on, it’s action city as the Gold Team infiltrates the facility, fights Alpha nanites, Kitty gets to slam Nance into the wall and threaten her..

And then amidst all the crazy action, the bad guys get away in a rocket ship.

It’s time to go to space.

Issue #28 was the “Space Race!” This one was well-paced. It starts with a flashback from Piotr’s perspective, back at Genetech Laboratories, years ago. [I only vaguely know about this story]. He was kidnapped for a long time, and thought he was dead, but then eventually Kitty saved him.

Cut to now, where Piotr yells at Alpha for doing this.

At the Savage Land facility, Nance, thinking she’s already won allows Kitty and the others to leave, unharmed. The nanites all back down. “I’m going to permit you to leave this place, get back on your Mutie plane and return home. Hug your loved ones. Make your peace. Say your goodbyes.” “I’m not a monster”.

Ah..hah...

Kitty decks her anyway on their way out. Hahaha. That was funny. Then they get on that Blackbird jet and take Nance with them. Rachel gets scary dark, when she tries to read Nance’s mind which is blocked with Psi-shields. She overpowers her mind, Nance falls to the ground and hits her head hard. Then she finds out what she needs. “Peter’s being taken to a defunct Roxxon Oil Station.”

WIth the help of Alpha Flight, they get there. A bunch of missiles a flung at them and Storm goes out in Space to destroy them all. [Storm is WAY overpowered with that StormCaster, but it sure is Hella cool.]

Then in an awesome way, their ship gets damaged and is about to crash right into the station. But Kitty uses her phasing powers to have the whole ship phase right into the place. It’s still a messy crash landing, but at least they’re all inside. That was really cool to see.

More Nanites come after them, but Kitty figures out that Piotr is four floors below them. [Thanks Rachel]. Kitty immediately phases right down the floors. “Hang on Peter... I’m coming for you.”

That one was actually really touching and exciting. I liked that issue.

Issue #29 starts with a flashback of Kitty hearing about Piotr being in trouble with the Legacy Virus. They had been done at this time, but it threw her off mid-flirt with a guy and made her cry deeply, making her realize she still has feelings for him, I’m sure.

Cut to now, Piotr is more-less going through the same thing. Alpha’s vague plan of siphoning whatever remnants of the Legacy Virus that is in his DNA is working. Kitty phases into the room where Alpha tells her that it’s already too late. “The procedure completed 0.34 seconds before you arrived.” Then he self-terminates as promised.

From there, the space station itself launched a weapon which shoots out a bunch of pods, I guess contained with the Legacy Virus? These will apparently land everywhere on Earth, and kill anyone with an X-Gene.

Because they’re in the form of pods, Storm gets to do her cool Stormcaster thing again. Pyro, who is down on Earth gets to play the hero as well and blast whatever remaining pods are in the atmosphere, while ‘surfing on a jet’.

That was whatever. I didn’t really care. But the day was saved and Kitty & Piotr just had another traumatic moment which would bring them closer together. Somewhere in these issues, she vented to Rogue about how she was kind of getting cold feet, because she figured if they were gonna get married, it would have happened already. Rogue told her to shut those feelings the fuck up, and not let the universe get in the way of her happiness. They can save the day and still be together. There’s no reason why they shouldn’t.

So... This basically takes us to the ending. Issue 30. The Big Wedding Marvel’s been promoting for like, half a year.

I wasn’t looking forward to it. I never asked for it. And then, in the end... It didn’t happen!!!

Pay close attention to that cover in Issue #30, where her hand is phasing through Colossus’.

This issue has one last flashback, to them breaking up in the past. Flash forward to now, they are in the same place, by the same hill they broke up on, about to have their Wedding outdoors. [Why would you ever do that??]

Moreover, there’s a party that takes place. The Rehearsal Dinner. And most of this is whatever, so I’ll get to the point. Illyana pulls Kitty aside. She’s her best friend, remember and also Piotr’s brother. And while a little drunk, I guess she does some probing and asks for some deep down honesty from her gal pal.

And then she says it. Ilyyana brings up what Kitty’s been worried about in the back of her mind for all this time. “I just think if you two were meant to be together... It would’ve happened by now.”

This simple sentence is enough to spread doubt through her mind. Come time of the big day, there’s a lot of fan fare, and glory pages of people getting to the wedding. Including Wolverine! Actual Young Logan, who looks at them from afar on a rooftop. “Godspeed kids. Be good to each other.”

Well... simply put... They’re not!

They get to placing of the rings and Kitty just phases through his hand at the last minute.

She apologizes that she can’t do this and phases through the ground.

Even for me, this is sad, but part of me was going ‘Yes Yes Yes Yes!!!!!!!’

aaaand now Piotr is heartbroken. Then, Gambit decides to take over!

He and Rogue have been an item again, ever since Astonishing X-Men I think, or maybe earlier. So it’s no secret that they’re smitten again. So right then and there, he decides that THEY should just get married.

And Bam! Someone got married. ‘Til Death Do Us Part’ arc concluded...

There is an after-talk, but Kitty doesn’t make sense. She doesn’t understand why she made her split-decision. But Piotr can’t have that.

This book is ending soon, and I’m glad. I told you I’ve been luke-warm about this thing almost since it started. The writing is okay, I just don’t know what it is that I don’t love. The whole Kitty & Piotr thing felt forced to me. It really did. So I was glad this ended.

But what I didn’t expect was that now Colossus was gonna bow out. And he was actually going to enter a different book that I didn’t expect - Astonishing X-Men, which got WAY better after Issue 12.

I guess I’ll review those, next, but I REALLY want to get to the X-Men Blue stuff. I have been LOVING that book and will be sad to see it go.

#X-Men Gold #Issues 26-30 #'Til Death Do Us Part arc #Marvel #Marc Guggenheim #review

2 notes · View notes

alyseofwonderland · 7 years

Photo

Dead Man Walking by @alyseofwonderland for @msridcully

I was joking on the group chat about how watching too much Justified and then listening to Dead Man Walking by Jon Bellion gave me a funny idea for a Tim Gutterson fic, and Jane made screechy noises at me.

So I threw something together.

Working in the Eastern Branch of the Kentucky Marshal office was always a bit like working at the “Raylan Givens Soap Opera”. Not that Tim was complaining, it was a very entertaining show.

It was hard to remember a time when the office wasn’t over run with Raylan Givens drama. There was no escaping the drama, whether it be babysitting Raylan or lying for Raylan or any other number of extremely annoying situations Tim found himself in because of his coworker. On the bright side the drama was extremely amusing.

It was the highlight of Tim’s day on many occasions to watch some new blonde come in and shout at Raylan before he would disappear for hours at a time and then come back with at minimum two convicts in tow.

Karma came for Tim. He had been enjoying the Raylan circus too much, clearly, because he finally got his.

Justin was probably one of Tim’s best friends in basic. They had bunked next to each other and done practically everything together. They went to Ranger school together although Tim had continued on to sniper training without Justin. Still, Justin was about as close to a blood brother as Tim was going to get.

Justin had a whole gaggle of siblings who were mostly boys with one very intense sister smack dab in the middle. Justin had a favorite, the baby of the family. The kid brother who he bragged about constantly.

Tim knew that Justin’s kid brother had gone into music, they used to talk about it back when they were in the sandbox. The kid brother who could sing like an angel and played every instrument. Justin even had a few tracks on CD for them to hear. Kid brother could sing.

Tim probably should have learned to think of him as something other than ‘kid brother’.

“Damn it” Tim sighs, deeply considering smothering himself with his pillow. Sadly the warm light of morning has not erased the previous night.

“This would make a pretty dope song,” Kid brother, whose name is Emmett, laughs in the bed next to him.

The full body terror that Tim feels completely ruins the previous comfort of this morning. And last night. It almost completely kills his current boner but not completely because his dick can stand a lot worse mental images than that. He just wonders how he got here, in bed, with Justin’s kid brother, who is very interested in another round.

Justin had called a few days ago to say he wasn’t going to make the next camping trip, wife was expecting and he figured it was a bad idea to be so far from cell service. But he had mentioned that the Kid Brother was touring with his band and would be in Lexington.

“Not that he plays your kind of music,” Justin had laughed.

“You got the details?” Tim had asked because that’s what you did for your brothers. Justin had excitedly given Tim the event location and name of the band. “What kind of music do they actually play if it ain’t country?”

“Top 40, rap, honest I have no idea what kind of music it is but it’s catchy as hell,” Justin assured him, Tim will enjoy it.

Tim had seen picture of ‘Kid Brother’ from years ago. Pictures of Justin’s family at birthday parties and vacations. That hadn’t been enough to really get a read on the kid because Justin had about six brothers and they all looked a bit like Justin.

Emmett does not look like Justin now. He still sings like a siren. He also got Tim vip tickets and a backstage pass.

“Justin said you saved his life,” Emmett smiled and offered Tim a flask. Tim felt like everything that came after, in the kitchen and then in the bedroom again was the flask’s fault.

Now he was laying in bed next to a very beautiful boy, who was a good decade younger than him and the favorite kid brother of his actual real Ranger brother.

“I swear to god Emmett if you write this song I will kill you,” Tim threatens in the shower as Emmett kisses him through a smile. “I am not joking Emmett,” He tries again attempting to dissuade Emmett from continuing these activities in the shower. “I will just take your life.” Tim assures Emmett right before he stops fighting letting this happen for a fourth time.

That should have been the end of it. Kid Brother was off on tour around the country and Tim had a job that didn’t exactly lend itself to travel outside the state and long off hours. Neither of them were upset about it. Emmett promised to look Tim up the next time he was in town and if he was single.

Then it was a year later that Justin appeared in the Marshal office one day.

“Tim, ole buddy ole pal,” Justin greets from the front doors. This is the worst possible outcome. Tim bolts for the lockers. “Guess what song I just heard!” Justin shouts as Tim dodges around the lockers and into the conference room.

Art comes out of his office and looks at Raylan and then looks at Tim right as he runs out of the conference room and towards the doors.

As Tim runs out towards the stairs with his friend, who happens to be twice his weight and have half a foot on him, hot on his heels; he hears Art say “I don’t know how but this is Raylan’s fault.”

After hitting him in the jaw Justin buys Tim a drink and apologizes.

“It’s a really good song, though,” Justin admits at the bar.

“Did’ya have to punch me?” Tim wonders with an ice pack to his face and a glass of bourbon.

“I love you like a brother Tim, but you are a huge asshole,” Justin threw back the last of his drink. “And you had sex with my baby brother.”

“Yeah, alright.” Tim figured he had it coming, all things considered.

Next week Art gives Rachel a trophy for “Least Drama Marshal in the Office” and she keeps it on her desk.

Tim thinks the song is good. Doesn’t stop him from getting naked with Emmett the next time he is in town.

#justified #tim gutterson #give tim a boyfriend #raylan givens #art mullen #rachel brooks #justified fic #fan fiction #alyse writes #alyse makes graphics #looking glass #jabberwockytalkies #i legit put this together in 40 minutes so please just deal #jacob pitts

15 notes · View notes

hekate1308 · 7 years

Text

The Baggage We Carry, Chapter Three

Read it on AO3

Castiel continued to annoy him, and Dean couldn’t even say why. He always sat near him, and he never failed to greet him with a “Hello, Dean” every time he saw him; that was hardly a reason to think he was obnoxious.

And yet...

“Why would he even read Bronte when Jane Austen exists?”

“Between this and your love for plaid” Crowley said slowly, “I’ve never understood why your parents haven’t caught on to your sexuality”.

“Shut up. Seriously though – why?”

“Squirrel, this is getting ridiculous. We should make out.”

That was abrupt even for Crowley’s standards.

“Why?”

“Because” he answered simply, “there might come a time when we don’t anymore”.

So they did, even if Dean thought his best friend was really freaking weird.

Here was the thing though: Crowley’s weirdness he understood.

He just didn’t get Castiel Novak.

One day, he heard Gordon talk about Aaron once again in the corridor, and since it was Gordon, of course he was complaining about the “fag” on the team.

“Hey Gordon” Dean called out, “Remember when Bass won the round against you last week? Sure put you down”.

He winked at him though, hating himself for it but making sure he thought he was only kidding.

Castiel, who had been walking behind him, as he only realized when he started talking, hadn’t seen the wink though.

“That was kind” he told Dean.

He blinked.

“What?”

“You’re kind”.

And with that, he was gone.

Weirdo.

He mentioned him at dinner too.

“There’s this strange new kid in school. Castiel Novak.”

“What kind of name is that?” Dad asked.

“Castiel is the angel of solitude” Sam replied automatically. Nerd.

Mom smiled. “I always said angels were watching over you both”.

“Thanks, Mom. That thought is not creepy at all. He just... he stares at people. A lot. And he really loves lessons”.

Dad smirked. “Of course you think that’s strange”.

Sam sniggered and, as usual, Dean went back to eat with a diminished appetite.

The next day he and Crowley went to the library after school. He might have told his parents he had a date.

Mrs. Singer beamed when she saw them.

“Dean, Crowley!”

She’d tried calling his friend Fergus once, seen his face, and never done it again. Dean loved her.

“Why don’t you sit down, I’m sure I have pie here somewhere...”

As if she hadn’t brought one with her every day since she’d told him to come see her.

They sat down after Dean had pulled a book about bioengineering from a shelf.

“You know, you could actually study that, there are places for it” Crowley said. “You don’t have to sneak around reading books”.

“’Course I do. I don’t see a lot of time to study when I’m busy at the garage”.

In earlier years, Dean had enjoyed helping his Dad out whenever he could; these days, instead of being reminded of a future he didn’t want, he rather hung out with Crowley or took some time for himself.

“There you are”.

It was pecan pie too. Mom didn’t make it often because no one except Dean really liked it, so that was a plus.

“Thank you, Mrs. Singer”.

“Oh Dean, call me Karen. Both of you, actually; you’re quite old enough for that now”. She ruffled his hair and left them.

Karen. Huh.

“Sometimes I wonder if I had turned out differently if my mother acted just a bit like that” Crowley drawled, digging into his own piece.

“Where’s she now, by the way?”

“Miami, hunting down Republican millionaires. One day she might actually get one of them to marry her.”

“Rich stepdad. I fail to see the problem”.

“I only hope I’m eighteen by then, otherwise I’ll be sent to boarding school faster than you can blink.”

“As if you wouldn’t be expelled right away”.

Crowley smirked.

Sometimes life wasn’t that bad after all.

Over the next few weeks, Dean tried to figure out Castiel Novak for no other reason than it was slowly driving him insane.

And there wasn’t even anything to figure out.

One evening, he and Lisa went to the movies – they’d decided that they might not make a good couple, but they could always stay friends – and he asked her.

“Do you know anything about Castiel Novak?”

She frowned.

“The one with the blue eyes, right? Quiet?”

“That’s him.”

“He’s in my French class, but other than that... Why do you ask?”

He shrugged.

“Just wanted to know. Weird guy”.

“Weird but friendly. Really helped Sophie with her phrases last week.”

“Good for him”.

That didn’t exactly help. He’d already known the guy was friendly, hell, he’d told him he was kind when there was no reason to, and he continued to greet him.

But then, hadn’t he thought him dumb before, when Dean had told him he had no reason to focus on school?

Contradictory, he decided. That was what Castiel was, contradictory.

Also, why did he always wear a trench coat to school like he was crossplaying Constantine? He’d got used to Crowley’s suit over the years (he couldn’t imagine him in anything else, to be honest) but for some reason that coat...

He was careful not to mention Castiel again to his family. They might have come to the wrong conclusion.

Not that he was interested. The guy was just weird.

Plain and simple.

Things started to stop being plain and simple when Miss Rachel decided to assign partners for a project.

Damn it, he probably wouldn’t end up with Aaron but some idiot he’d have to make believe Dean didn’t actually want the work.

Actually, he thought it could be kind of neat to learn more about the Philippines, but he had a reputation to maintain.

He woke up from his musings when his name was called.

“Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak” Miss Rachel read, probably thinking her new favourite could reign Dean in a bit.

He almost groaned as he turned to his left. As always, Castiel had greeted him with a polite “Hello, Dean” and proceeded to ignore him.

Now those bright blue eyes were looking at him and Dean found it suddenly hard to swallow. He nodded at him.

Castiel nodded right back.

Okay then. At least he didn’t seem upset.

He approached him at the end of the lesson.

“Alright” he said, “How do you want to do this?”

Castiel squinted and tilted his head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“The project. You know, where and when do you wanna meet up?”

“Ah, I see. I apologize; I couldn’t decide whether you would be one of those who wished me to do all the work and get the credit afterwards. I am glad to see you are not”.

What surprised Dean was that he hadn’t been sure. Wouldn’t he automatically think that was the case?

“Yeah, well... Wanna meet up at the library?”

At the next moment he wished he hadn’t said that. The library was one of his hiding places where he could be himself; bringing a stranger just felt... plain weird.

But Castiel only smiled.

“Today after school?”

“Okay. Meet you at the school door?”

Castiel nodded and Dean hurried away.

He did what he always did when he wanted to really talk about what was going on: spend his next break alone and trust Crowley to find him. He could have texted him, but sometimes he liked to see how long it took him.

Five minutes. Must be getting slow.

“So you’ll be working with him. Should be interesting”.

“Don’t see how”.

“I’m not the one who’s obsessed with him.”

“I’m not obsessed.”

“Please. As if he isn’t exactly your type.”

Dean ignored that stab at him.

“I just can’t get a read on him.”

“Yes, he’s hard to pin down. Something else that makes him interesting”.

“Like it made me interesting?”

“Oh Squirrel, he’s interesting, you were always special.”

And this is one of the few people I would trust with my life, Dean thought. He’d probably be ready to kill someone for me. I might do the same for him.

They didn’t make out, but Dean put his head on Crowley’s shoulder for a while. A simple gesture of friendship and comfort.

It felt good to have a friend.

Castiel was already waiting for him when he arrived at the school gates.

“Hello, Dean”.

“Hi. Let’s get going”.

“You like the library, don’t you” Castiel said unexpectedly as they made their way to it.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you and Crowley come out of it the other day. I wanted to look something up”.

And of course he would go to the library instead of using the internet like a normal person.

“Yeah, we... sometimes hang out”.

Castiel frowned.

“Why do you sound defensive? There’s no reason to be. If you are friends with him...”

Dean snorted. “Trust me, my parents would kill me if they found out”.

“Why?”

“Dude, have you seen Crowley?”

Not to mention he must have heard at least some of the rumours that were flying around school. Dean’s favourite was that he’d somehow got a sex tape of the headmaster and his wife and was using it to blackmail him into never having to attend classes.

“I choose to believe that every one of us has something good in him, and I don’t think you’d be friends with someone who was... dabbling in criminal activities.”

Dean smirked and winked at him.

“You sure about that?”

“At least not that kind” Castiel shot back, smiling slightly.

He really did look good when he smiled.

Dean shoved that thought away quickly.

Mrs. Singer was sitting at the desk when they arrived.

“Dean! Castiel!” She was obviously surprised to see them together, but beamed.

“What can I do to help you?”

Fifteen minutes later, they were tugged into a corner with all the books about Manila they could carry.

“Mrs Singer is very nice” Castiel said.

“She is” Dean agreed.

“Have you known her for long?”

He looked around before he muttered “Several years”.

“You’re sounding defensive again” Castiel noted. “It’s strange that you think having a friend and knowing the local librarian are things to be ashamed of”.

“It’s just not who I’m meant to be, alright?”

“I fail to see how you are supposed to be anything” Castiel said before adding, “I’m sorry, that came out wrong, I didn’t mean – “

“I know”.

For some reason, he was sure Castiel hadn’t meant to insult him.

And he wanted to explain himself to him. He’d never be able to say why he’d decided to open up to him.

Maybe because he was still feeling a bit sentimental.

“Look, you’ve heard stuff about Crowley... Have you heard something about me too?”

Castiel nodded.

“They say you’re a jock who has a different girl on his arm every week... But that’s not true. You and Lisa Braeden are clearly only friends and you treat them all very nicely”.

“Something else?” he asked, slowly.

“Your father has a garage. You’re supposed to take it over”.

“I will”.

“You don’t look happy when you talk about it”.

“I don’t have to be happy, I have to keep my father’s legacy going”.

Castiel smiled somewhat weakly.

“That’s why I have so many siblings. They’ll do all the work for me.”

“I only have one little brother, Sam. He’s going to study and become a lawyer”.

“And you?”

“I’m getting the garage. I don’t have to study”.

“But do you want to?”

“What’s the point of wanting something you can’t have?”

“I think that’s just human” Castiel said quietly.

“I suppose, yeah”.

It was the first time he’d ever talked about this with someone else than his best friend, and it felt... good. Almost freeing.

Mrs. – Karen shuffled over to them.

“Have you boys got all you need?”

“Yeah, thanks”.

She smiled.

“I’m glad you seem to be getting on so well”.

“I think” Castiel said after she’d left them once again, “I’m going to like it here”.

As he said it, he was once more staring right into Dean’s eyes.

He found himself staring back.

#my writings #destiel #high school au #destiel high school au #smart!dean #bestie!crowley #will use this tag until it catches on

12 notes · View notes

g0dblessthefandom · 7 years

Text

Brittana Valentine’s Semi AU (Updated Daily Until Valentine’s Day) February 13, 2017

The Troubletones to the rescue?

February 13, 2017

Mercedes and Sugar watched with concern as Santana pushed the salad around on her plate. They’d invited her out for a celebratory lunch on her first day at work (Sugar was paying), and went to the swankiest restaurant within walking distance of all of them. It wasn’t supposed to be a particularly happy affair, but they’d wanted at least for everyone to be in a good mood.

Santana had gone back to Mercedes’ house the afternoon before in an especially bad mood. Mercedes had known that she was going to spend time with Brittany, and figured that the mood must have had something to do with that. She’d immediately called Sugar who had just gotten off the phone with Brittany. Apparently, Santana had stumbled onto her with Clark, and hadn’t taken it well. Sometimes she just wanted to take them by the shoulders and shake some sense into them, but she couldn’t live their lives for them. So, she didn’t ask. She hoped that Santana would see the light on her own. Or at least, trust Brittany to figure things out for the both of them.

Now, in Le Petit Ecureuil (another one of Rachel’s suggestions), they sat in a morose silence, Mercedes and Sugar unsure of how to counsel Santana, and Santana not making any effort to make things less awkward.

“Well-” Sugar started, clearing her throat. “I actually brought had something to talk about with you all.”

Mercedes turned to her interestedly and Santana kept stabbing at her salad.

“Santana. Santana!” Mercedes bumped Santana with her shoulder to get her attention.

“What? Huh? Sorry. What’s up?”

“Sugar was about to make an announcement” Mercedes said.

“I’m all ears, Sugar.” Santana said, gamely, putting her fork down and leaning forward.

“Well, you remember I was saying that I wanted to ask Jane to move in with me?”

“I am still a little annoyed that you told Santana before you told me, Sugar.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m sorry. Anyway-” She continued. “I’ve decided that I’m going to tell her tomorrow night. I ended up getting my daddy’s yacht after all, and the crew is going to take us out of the harbor.”

Mercedes cheered. “That’s great, Sug! What do you think she’s going to say?”

“I dunno, really. I hope that she says yes, but I’m going to tell her there’s no pressure.”

“Well, that should be a great Valentine’s Day. I’m really happy for you, Sugar.”

Mercedes bumped Santana again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s awesome, Sugar.”

“Santana! I swear, you need to go ahead and spill, okay? Because we came here to have fun, and celebrate your new job, not watch you wallow in your salad. Now, if you’re not going to talk to us, you need to at least pretend that you’re having a normal emotions right now.”

Santana sighed. “I’m sorry, guys.”

Mercedes and Sugar shared a nervous look. Santana almost never apologized. Mercedes had only snapped her because she assumed that would come right back with an insult, and she’d be back to normal. If she was apologizing, and trying to explain herself, things were bad.

Mercedes tried again. “No, I’m sorry, Santana. I really am, ok? I just wish you’d talk to us about it, instead of putting these walls up, you know? We want to help, we care about you, we always have.”

“I’m just trying to get through this day, and tomorrow, ok, ‘Cedes? I’ve just got to make it through and not make a fool of myself in front of my new coworkers, and I’ll be fine, ok?”

“Well, what about the next day? And the next day after that, huh? What about the week after or the week after that? We’re not like your west coast friends who are just going to drink with you all night, and not ask you how we can fix it? We’ve known you too long for that. We’re your Troubletones, Santana, you’ve got to learn to trust us.”

“Maybe I don’t want you trying to fix all my problems. Maybe I don’t want to have to come crawling back here after some major fuck up for you all to tell me how to behave like a normal human being?”

“We’re not trying to lecture you! We just want to help.”

“I know!” Santana raised her voice, but took a deep breath, and tried again. “I know, Mercedes, and I appreciate it. But at some point I have to learn how to solve my own screw ups.”

“Can’t you just tell us what happened?”

Santana shrugged. “A run of the mill Santana Lopez screw up?”

“It’s gotta be more than that.” Sugar offered.

“Maybe, but I’m just overthinking it.” Santana stood up and put on her coat. “Look, thanks for lunch, I really appreciate it. I love you guys, you know that, right? I’m just in my head right now. I’ve got a lot on my mind. New job, moving out at the end of the week, it’s just a lot.”

Mercedes put a hand on Santana’s arm. “You don’t have to leave so soon, San. I told you. You can use my place as long as you like.”

“I know, Mercedes, thanks. I just think getting into my own place will put me in the proper headspace.”

“I-I’m just worried about you, Santana. I don’t want you closing yourself off to your friends or isolating yourself. That’s what you do when the going gets rough sometimes, and we’re here because we love you and we want what’s best for you.”

“I know I’m not alone, Mercedes, I’ve got you guys. I’m going to be fine, ok?” She bent down and kissed Mercedes cheek, then turned and planted one on Sugar’s forehead. “Thanks for lunch. Love you guys. See you later.”

With that she was gone, and out the restaurant.

“What are we going to do?” Sugar asked sadly.

“C’mon Sugar, we do what we always do. We meddle.”

“But she told us not to get involved, Mercedes.”

“Yeah, she’s always going to say that. Just like I’d say it if it were me, but she’s a Troubletone, and we’re not going to leave her out to dry.”

“So, we’re getting Brittana back together?”

“As if there was any doubt. I have an idea, but I’m going to need your help, and Jane’s too. Also, we might end up having to use your dad’s boat.”

“No problem. As long as you’re off by the time we want to start knocking boots, you’re welcome to it.”

“Ew, Sugar.”

Sugar shrugged.

“Anyway, get Jane on the phone, and we’ll start making moves.”

Sugar clapped her hands. “It’ll be a Valentine’s Day miracle!”

“And since you’re not doing anything for Valentine’s Day, we figured it would be fun.”

“A boat, Sugar? Your dad’s boat? That seems rather romantic for you to be bringing a friend along.”

“What? No, no, it’s fine. We just don’t want you to be alone on the most love filled day of the year. Isn’t that right, Jane?”

Sugar nudged Jane whose lap she was mostly sitting on.

Jane rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah! It’s, um, totally fine. I wasn’t planning on having this one all to myself or anything.”

“What she means, Britt, is that we don’t want you to be alone, and even though it might not be the most private Valentine’s Day we’ve ever had, if people are cool about it, they will get another night in the near future where they can try that new thing they’ve been dying to try since we watched that Dutch porno a few weeks back.”

Brittany grimaced. “We’re not talking about my thing anymore, are we? I really, really hope not.”

“All, I’m saying is that Jane is on board. Right, Jane?”

Jane was a bit lost in a reverie (no doubt imagine Sugar bending over in some impossible position), and after a moment nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! I’m in. Anyway, beyond my own selfish, but super sexy reasons, we really don’t want you to be all alone.”

Brittany looked a bit unsure, so Sugar tried again. “There will be dancing, and music and, um, fondue!”

“Really?” Brittany’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“I guess I can make an appearance then. How long before we shove off?”

“I’ll call you and set it all up later. Were you thinking of bringing anybody? Like, I don’t know a date or something?”

“Are you asking about me and Clark, Sugar?” Brittany raised an eyebrow.

“You said his name, not me.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, no, I’m not bringing him. We actually had a long talk last night. I’m not sure what I want at the moment, and he was right, it wasn’t fair to leave him twisting in the wind. I did the right thing and broke up with him.”

Sugar tried her best to hide her smile. She failed miserably, so Jane stepped in.

“I’m sorry, Britt. Even though he might have been the one for you, he’s a nice guy. How’d he take it?”

“Better than expected, actually. I mean, he was sad because of how things turned out, but he said he really liked me, and if I wanted to get together again, even as friends, he’d like that.”

“I never got how you managed to stay friends with your exes, Brittany.”

“Well, Sugar, it’s as easy as not razing the ground as you make your way out the door.”

Sugar shrugged. “I’m not familiar with that method.”

“Anyway-” Brittany sighed. “I’m going to miss him a little. He was a really awesome guy. And the sex was incredible-”

“And that’s enough for me, thanks.” Jane interrupted.

“I dunno, I could stand to hear a little more.”

“Does that mean you’re considering Santana?” Jane broke in before Brittany could respond.

“Santana is just this constant, you know? It’s like I’m always considering her. But, it’s not a contest, where Clark drops out, and Santana automatically fills in. We’ve both been through a lot. I just want to figure things out with her.”

“I get it.”

“Welp.” Sugar got up from Jane’s lap. “I’ve got arrangements to make and whatnot. I’ll see you tomorrow, Britt, and see you later, my love.”

She kissed Jane fully on the lips, and shivered as she stood tall. “Man, I will never get tired of that.”

They both waved at Sugar’s retreating form.

“Ok, Hayward. What does your girlfriend have planned?” Brittany said, turning on her assistant.

“What? I don’t know! She just told me she wanted to invite you, that’s all.”

“And she’s got nothing up her sleeve?”

“Sugar? Really, Britt? I love Sugar, but does she seem like the type of person with a plan?”

Brittany smirked. “Well, well, well. Using the “L” word already, huh?”

Jane smacked a hand over her mouth. “Oh, my god. I’d only said that to my hairdresser before.”

“Are you sure you should have told your hairdresser before you told your girlfriend?”

“Well, I’m waiting on the right moment? I don’t want to spring it on her.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, Jane. Anyway, I won’t say anything, if you tell me what she’s up to.”

“Nothing, I promise! Well, nothing as far as I know. I swear, Brittany.”

“I’m kidding, Jane.” Brittany put an arm around her and gave a squeeze. “I wouldn’t tell her regardless. I just hope you’ll tell her soon. She really likes you.”

“As much as Santana likes you?” Jane said, slyly.

“Oh, no, don’t get me started on that again.” Brittany said with a grin.

“C’mon, Britt-”

“I already said I’d got to Sugar’s boat for Valentine’s Day. I feel like I’ve done my part.”

“Fine. I won’t badger you about it.”

“Thank you very much.”

Jane smiled as Brittany went back into her office.

#brittana #fanfiction #glee #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce #brittana valentine's fic #mercedes jones #sugar motta #jane hayward #the plot #she thickens

22 notes · View notes

fandoms-live · 4 years

Text

anne ep 7 notes

yay college and prissy shes gone rogue my girl anne is so dumb at least diana is being truthful at least she recognizes to fix it hhahaha ms stacey godlike ywhat's about wha'ts fair yay gil oh no anne and gil avoided casualities save voiceless, not send them further into silence conniption old white people can die diana and jerry!!!!!!!!!!! aww diana is too smart for jerry aww has looks in his favor not smarts ahahah L aw but kissing just because of that he looked sad aww incendiary content and libel i love ms stacys cool ness and arguments small mindedness they have the only big minds her reaction to everything is running which i kinda like that as her outlet and the woods i wish i had that to go to but i need to see some character growth story club 1898 - writ we rest in truth I LOVE THAT moody :( at least gil is standing up for her yaya that HIS SMILE when hes reading it ahhhhhh moody and ruby gil picked up on that already she'd do what was right

HIS SMILE AND NOD and moody too ahhhh GIL aw jerry and diana yay prissyyyyyyyy my girl new favorite? prissy being smart shes small woman could never have the authority bitch is picky of a father it only counts if both people kissing want it to happen and have feelings for each other no ones telling her about the thing on her nose "big things tomorrow... the biggest!?!?" shirbert interaction josies fashion sense is so good i love her her apologies are so good show of solidarity to remind the town that all voices matter love thattttt annes teaching everyones lessons aw equality and dignity no one else can dictate what you're worth shes so mean tho i hope derry works out omg hes asking for annes advice omg that so cute i hope theyre gonna work out in matters of the heart not just kissing DIANA ahhaha holy crap do you think good can come of all this YES annes gonna change the smallmindedness of this lil town my girls gonna do sm good in the world maybe josie will show up tmo removing the hairties is a first step my girl is improving "i don't want anything from you, least of all redemption" YES i need me some awae merch annes dress is from the sleeping scene ahah aww anne is so hurt theyre both crying now brother love over best friend love if you were my friend youd understand they both said it at the same time they must be friends they both are hurt for different reasons and confused aw they need to help each other jane is just dumb - what's wrong with the status quo less than magnanimous expression hahaha that's beautiful gil showed up at least theyre so cute just a suggestion, not telling her what to do, i love that he nudged her aww yes everyones showing up this is all working out yayyy GIL WAS THERE FIRST any winnie action??? yay prissy are you ready to fight for whats right? Let's make some noise!!? shes so inspiration just joining people at town hall!!!!! this is so efective omg the curiosity is overwhelming to town hall!!!! one way to get things done!! i love this show with my heart its half in pieces but thats okay whats the boards project theyre so happy too aww the cinematography of this is SHEER BEAUTY town hall to interrupt the meeting good morning mofos heheheheh organized action i love they have a right to their say matthew's LAUGHING just listen rachel we are not here to provoke!! josies smile!!!!!!! she came!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we have a message for you aweeee omg im crying this message is so perfect with the mouths gagged and "Freedom of seech is a human right" perfectttt and the photograph yess not children, not out of control YES THIS COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE ERFECT gil ripping the thing up was the last straw at least this went well even if diana didn't go well miss stacy what a legend i love gil looking at anne!!!!! NO WINNIE we did!!! gil changed their minds about her she finds a way to make things right always theyre laughing together awww no more arguments such a good T E A M they spelled that awww throwbacks thank you for today and everything aww winnie ruined it the eye contact is electric but now hes thinking aw hes sad but shirbert mystery in the night.... what's this THEYRE TAKING IT WTF NO THE PRESS AWW IM SO SAD NOW WHAT UH OH SHITS GONNA BURN the schoolhouse down wow dumbasses

0 notes

lilyvandersteen · 4 years

Text

Out of the Blue: Chapter 10

Cover art: @redheadgleek

Beta extraordinaire: @hkvoyage

Links: AO3, FF.net

Author’s Note:

You don't mind gratuitous nudity, do you? Not at all? All right then, carry on and enjoy :-)

Chapter 10: The Hamptons

“It is difficult indeed – it is distressing. One does not know what to think.”

“I beg your pardon – one knows exactly what to think.”

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

Kurt watched Blaine go with a sinking feeling in his stomach that he had somehow messed up. Big time.

But… But… Try to kill him? Chandler? The very thought was ridiculous. Chandler was harmless! He might come on a bit too strong and make Kurt feel uncomfortable, but that was the worst he was capable of, right? Right?

His thoughts whirling, Kurt sank down onto the nearest chair and stared blankly at the table. He felt someone sit down next to him, and looked up. It was Cooper, and he looked uncharacteristically serious.

“My brother may be rude sometimes, and loses his temper a lot, but he never lies.”

Kurt stared at Cooper, and when the man seemed like he expected a reaction to his statement, nodded mutely.

“What did Chandler tell you about Blaine? It must have been bad, or you wouldn’t have dressed him down like that.”

Kurt told Cooper, who let out a long low whistle. “Well, no wonder you reamed him out. It’s not true, though. They never dated. Not for a lack of trying on Chandler’s part, but Blaine turned him down. And Chandler didn’t take the rejection well. I didn’t cotton on until the incident at the jeans ad, but Blaine mentioned it before. How Chandler would cause quarrels on set and make deliberate mistakes to make us look bad.”

Kurt frowned. “What incident at the jeans ad?”

“Remember that bang and flash?”

“Vividly.”

“Turns out that was Chandler, throwing a sparkler at your horse to scare it. Thank heavens you’re a good horseman, or you might have broken your neck.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. And all these problems at the wedding today? Chandler had a hand in that, too. He seems to hate you even more than he hates Blaine and me.”

Kurt’s eyes widened. “What? But it wasn’t even my wedding! Why would he ruin such a special day for people who are strangers to him?”

“Because he knew it meant a lot to you.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t like Blaine much, do you? Not even before Chandler’s smear campaign.”

Kurt’s eyes flashed. “He dissed all that I did for Brittana’s wedding. Called it cheap. And then when we shot the jeans ad, he kept snapping and glaring at people. What’s there to like?”

Cooper hummed. “You like dancing with him well enough. Both now and at the Halloween party. You guys had a great time back then. I really thought you’d become an item.”

Kurt stared at him in utter bewilderment. “What? And uhm, I don’t remember a thing about that party. I got way too drunk, and it wiped my memory.”

Cooper’s eyes pierced right through him. “I see. Are you drunk now, too?”

“No. And you’re right, I like dancing with Blaine. He’s good at it.”

“But you’re not interested?”

Kurt frowned at Cooper’s insistence. “I…”

“Never mind. I’m going to head out, I’ve got an early flight tomorrow. And Kurt… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… Maybe it’s for the best if you stop inviting me to the weddings you plan. Blaine will bounce back from this, I’m sure, but he’ll need some time. Well, I’d better go say goodbye to the newlyweds. See you around!”

Long after Cooper had left, Kurt stayed frozen in his seat.

What was that all about? And did I misjudge Blaine so much?

He got his answer to that last question when he checked his mail on his laptop the next morning.

There it was, a long e-mail from Blaine, with pictures and videos attached. Kurt read the whole thing, then read it again, and then checked out the attachments.

When Burt came downstairs looking for coffee, he found his son watching a video, over and over, looking like he could throw up at any moment.

“What’s wrong, bud?”

Kurt shoved the laptop in Burt’s direction and pressed Play again.

Burt cursed when he saw Chandler throw the sparkler. “Who’s that? And why would he do such a thing?”

Kurt closed the video window and showed Burt the e-mail. “Read it. I don’t mind.”

Burt read mostly in silence, mumbling under his breath every now and then. Then he shot his son a piercing glance. “So you and this Chandler kid are dating? Better break up with him right this instant, if that’s how he treats you!”

“No! We’re not! I don’t know why Blaine would think that!”

A memory of Chandler taking his arm at the restaurant and calling him sweetie flashed through his mind. Oh. Yep. That would be why.

“I knew him way back in high school. We met at the music store. We tried to date, back then, but it didn’t work out. No spark.”

“Says you, or says him?”

Kurt shrugged. “Mostly me, I guess.”

“So this kid still bears you a grudge for dumping him?”

Kurt spluttered. “Dump… I didn’t dump anyone! We were never in a relationship. We just went out together twice, and that was it!”

“To you, maybe. Seems like this Chandler kid thinks differently.”

Kurt shuddered. “He always seemed so sweet. I’m scared, Dad! This is just… Creepy beyond belief.”

“This says he’s behind bars. Will be for quite some time, if they can pin everything on him. And with the evidence they got, that should be easy.”

Kurt nodded and swallowed with difficulty.

“Seems like you have an apology to make. I’ll leave you to it, bud.”

Burt filled two mugs with coffee and went upstairs again.

He was right. Kurt owed Blaine an apology. And a rather big one, too. He’d wrongly accused Blaine of abusing his power. In front of all those people.

Kurt groaned. How could he ever make things right again?

In the end, he managed to compose a short answer to the mail. His apology sounded stiff and overly formal, but he guessed it was better than nothing.

Before heading back to New York, he met up with Mercedes one more time, at the Lima Bean, and by the end of their conversation, he felt even worse.

Not only had Blaine never done what Chandler accused him of, but he’d also single-handedly saved Sam and Mercedes’ wedding. He’d stopped Chandler from destroying the wedding cake, he’d found Mike and had him brought to the hospital, he’d gone and bought new wedding rings and even had them engraved, he’d bought everything for the barbecue, and he’d sent a riot control team to get rid of the protesters at the church. He’d even paid for a band to perform the song for the first dance and provide music for the rest of the evening. Wow. And how had Kurt thanked him? By telling him he was horrible.

Kurt thunked his head against the table a few times, and Mercedes giggled.

“Aww, he’ll forgive you.”

“His brother won’t. Told me to stay away from him from now on.”

“Ouch.”

He wished Mercedes a happy honeymoon and went back to the Hudmel residence to pack up and go home.

Back in New York, he felt restless, full of a jittery energy that he could not get rid of however much he cooked, baked, cleaned, worked out, or did any other activity he thought might help.

After a few weeks, Rachel was so fed up with him waking her up in the middle of the night with noises from the kitchen that she booked them a house in the Hamptons for the weekend. “At least there, you can go swimming any time you feel like you’re jumping out of your skin. I’ll invite the others as well. There’s plenty of room, and the weather’s so nice.”

Accordingly, that Friday, Kurt was sitting in a gorgeous garden, chatting with Rachel and Dani and Elliott and sipping a cold drink.

It soon led to them singing and dancing. The houses next to theirs seemed deserted, so they could be as silly and as loud as they liked. Dani spilled her drink on her dress, though, and Rachel went inside with her to help with getting the stains out.

Elliott excused himself to call his boyfriend, who’d be arriving later, after work, and left Kurt alone in the garden.

He hummed to himself as he admired and smelled the roses growing on the gazebo, and then looked up sharply when he heard a noise from next door.

He saw the glass door of the veranda slide open, and out came an Adonis, completely in the nude, who sauntered towards the parapet and leaned on it to take in the view, providing quite a spectacular one of his own.

Kurt had to remind himself not to swallow his tongue, because wow, what a sight!

The guy wasn’t overly tall, but his body was nicely toned, and his ass was such a perfect specimen that it made Kurt whimper and his dick twitch.

Naked Adonis snapped on a pair of swimming goggles and dove into the swimming pool.

That broke the spell, and Kurt stopped gaping at the naked stranger and gulped in a breath of fresh air.

Oh wow. Clearly, the Hamptons are where it’s at. I’ve been missing out.

He walked toward the house to get inside before anyone caught him perving, but froze when Elliott’s head appeared from behind the screen door, yelling, “Kurt, did you want to cook tonight or do we order take-out?”

“I want Indian,” came Rachel’s voice from within the house. “Vegetable samosas please.”

“Lamb curry for me,” added Dani.

Kurt laughed. “Looks like the girls have decided. Indian it is.”

Elliott gave him a thumbs-up and headed back inside, his voice trailing off as he said, “Okay. Honey, could you go to Ganesh and pick up some take-out before you come here?”

Kurt shook his head and chuckled to himself. Mark was the only one of them who’d been working all day, and now he’d have to pick up the food as well?

“Kurt?” said a voice behind him.

Uh-oh. I know that voice.

And yes, when he turned around, he saw that the Naked Adonis, now with a towel around his hips and so close that Kurt could see drops of water slowly making their way down his chest, was none other than Blaine Anderson.

Awkward!

Instead of looking Blaine straight in the eye, Kurt chose to focus on a water drop on his shoulder, and at once felt the insane urge to lick it off. His dick throbbed in his shorts.

No, no, no, down, boy! Focus on his face!

But Blaine’s wet curls and lashes were turning Kurt on just as much as the rest of his body, and his smile made Kurt’s stomach swoop.

“Hi!” squeaked Kurt.

“Good to see you! I didn’t know we were neighbours!”

Kurt laughed. “Oh, we’re not. We’re renting this place for the weekend.”

“Who’s we?”

Just at that moment, the screen door banged again, and Elliott’s voice floated towards them. “Did you say anything, Kurt? Oh… Who’s this?”

Blaine’s smile dimmed a little, but he stayed perfectly amiable as he shook Elliott’s hand.

“I’m Elliott.”

Blaine nodded. “You were the officiant at Brittany and Santana’s wedding, weren’t you? I’m Blaine, nice to officially meet you.”

He proceeded to chat with Elliott for a while, and they discovered that they were both studying at NYU and that they had a few classes and even a friend in common.

It wasn’t until Blaine’s stomach growled that he laughed and announced he’d better go inside and make himself something to eat.

“Hey, you should stay and have dinner with us!” Elliott offered. “We’re having take-out, and there’s always plenty to go around, ‘cause we plan on leftovers.”

Blaine’s eyes widened, and he started babbling about not wanting to intrude.

“Nah, don’t worry about that, man! The more the merrier! Right, Kurt?”

Kurt nodded. “Sure, join us!”

“Oh, okay, then,” said Blaine. “That sounds great. My brother has a date this evening, so I’d be on my own otherwise. Thanks for the invite.”

“Hey, do you sing?” Elliott asked. “I brought my guitar ‘cause we planned on practicing for our gig after dinner.”

That made Blaine beam ear to ear. “I love to sing! I’ll go fetch my guitar, too.”

“And maybe put some clothes on,” Kurt muttered under his breath.

Blaine gave him a cheeky wink before turning around and walking to his house. Before he reached the glass door, the towel slipped, exposing Blaine’s butt again in all its glory.

Kurt told himself to look away, but his eyes stayed glued to the vision in front of him, and he felt his shorts tighten again.

“I see you stayed in the garden for the lovely view,” Elliott remarked drily.

Kurt’s cheeks glowed, but he didn’t rise to the bait.

“Wasn’t that the rude brother of that billionaire? Changed his tune, hasn’t he?”

Kurt shushed him. “Hush! He’ll hear you!”

“I’m just saying. I thought you hated the guy.”

Kurt shrugged. “He’s all right, really.”

“And hot.” Elliott whistled long and low. “You should hit that, Hummel. I’m betting he gave you a sneak peek ‘cause he wants in your pants.”

Kurt nudged Elliott with his hip, muttering “Shut up!!”

“Admit it, Hummel, you want to tap that sweet booty!”

Kurt opened his mouth and then shut it again without saying a word, choosing to go inside and find the girls. Elliott’s laughter followed him in.

An hour later, he heard someone tapping on the screen door, and hastened to open it and welcome Blaine. “Come on in, we’re all in the living room.”

Introductions were in order, seeing as Mark had arrived in the meantime, and he and Dani had never met Blaine before.

As before in the garden, Blaine was polite and charming, and soon had everyone talking and laughing and generally having a good time.

Kurt looked on in amazement. Was this the rude and surly guy he knew, or had an alien taken over his body?

Mark put the bags of Indian food on the dining table. “Dig in!”

There was a rush to the cutlery drawer, and then everyone stuck their noses in the food boxes and picked their favourite, munching away happily.

Blaine, to Kurt’s astonishment, didn’t raise his eyebrows at them eating straight out of the boxes. He did like the others, laughing as he ceded the vegetable samosas to Rachel and took the spicy chicken ones instead, and taking such a big bite that the sauce he’d dipped the samosa in dripped down his chin.

Kurt handed him a paper towel and got a big grin in thanks.

Yep. Definitely an alien.

Later that evening, they sang together. They practiced the songs for Pamela Lansbury’s gig first, Blaine clapping enthusiastically after every song. Then Elliott and Blaine jammed together for a bit, coming up with a new song about a glitter vampire. It was silly, and Kurt found himself giggling along with the girls, until Elliott told him it was now his turn to sing.

Put on the spot like that, he didn’t know what song to pick, and in the end, he decided to go with “I Have Nothing”.

He got a nice hand of applause, except from Blaine, who stared at him in wordless wonderment for a minute or two. Then a smile slowly unfurled on his face. “That was pure magic. You gave me chills.”

“Thanks. You’re up next,” said Kurt, and answered Rachel’s griping with, “Because I say so. We’ve heard you sing a million times. We haven’t heard Blaine.”

“Yes, we have!”

Kurt shot Rachel a glare that silenced her at once. “Mr. Anderson, the floor is yours.”

Blaine fiddled with his guitar for a bit, took a deep breath, and then started to sing. He’d chosen a familiar tune, the musical equivalent of pink bubble gum, but somehow it got a deeper meaning as Blaine put his whole heart and soul into his performance.

Blaine seemed to sing straight to Kurt, his eyes never wavering. When he sang “My heart stops when you look at me”, it was Kurt’s heart that skipped a beat, and by the end of the song, Kurt’s cheeks ached from smiling so hard, and he clapped until his hands hurt.

He didn’t pay much attention to anyone singing after that, gravitating towards Blaine as a matter of course and talking the rest of the night away.

In the morning, he woke up feeling sweltering hot. He wanted to throw his blankets off, but they wouldn’t budge. Frowning, he opened his eyes, and as soon as they’d adapted to the morning light, he saw that there was someone sleeping on top of him, and holding onto him like a koala.

It was Blaine, his face relaxed and young in his sleep and his eyelashes impossibly long. His hair was wild. One of his curls touched the tip of his nose every time he breathed in, and it made him wrinkle his nose in the cutest way.

Kurt carefully swept the curl away, and winced when that movement made his muscles protest.

Ugh, I fell asleep on the sofa again! My back and my neck are going to hate me for the rest of the week…

He tried to extricate himself from under Blaine without waking him up, but failed. Blaine’s eyes fluttered open, and he made a noise that was a protest and a question all in one.

“Sorry, I need to go pee,” Kurt whispered. “Go back to sleep, it’s early.”

Kurt stood up and stretched, his joints popping and cracking all over the place. He found a blanket on the floor, where it must have fallen off of them, and tucked Blaine in.

Blaine pouted and made grabby hands. “Come back, please?”

Kurt found himself smiling as he tiptoed to the nearest bathroom.

When he came back, he saw that Blaine had fallen asleep again, so he shrugged and headed to the kitchen. He’d promised Rachel to make cinnamon rolls for breakfast, so he’d better get started on that. And maybe a fruit salad?

The smell of baked goods spreading through the house woke everyone faster than Kurt would have believed possible, and the first batch of rolls were grabbed and devoured before he could even apply the glaze.

“These are so good,” Mark said with his mouth full, and Blaine moaned in assent and helped himself to another.

“Give it to me, there’s no glaze on it yet,” Kurt ordered, and quickly slathered the roll in glaze.

Blaine took a big bite. His eyes widened as he chewed, and the moan that came out of his mouth was positively pornographic.

Kurt felt the tips of his ears redden, but laughed it off with, “Even better with the glaze, right?”

“Best breakfast EVER,” Blaine told him, and then put his hands together and implored, “Marry me, Kurt.”

Everyone laughed.

Mark eyed both of them and then casually asked, “So… The two of you…”

“Fell asleep on the sofa, yes,” Kurt sighed. “I don’t think my neck will ever forgive me. Next time, please wake me up and tell me to go to bed.”

He took a cinnamon roll for himself and bit off a piece, not noticing Blaine’s crestfallen expression nor the meaningful glances Elliott and Mark exchanged.

“I should get going,” Blaine said softly, and stood up. “I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Kurt looked up from his breakfast and frowned. “No, you haven’t. Seriously. We’ve got people staying over at our place all the time. Don’t worry about it. And sit back down, you haven’t had any fruit salad yet. Or coffee. How will you be able to function for the rest of the day without coffee?”

Blaine laughed, but it sounded a bit off. “No, I should go. Coop might be worried if he comes home and can’t find me. I never let him know I was going somewhere.”

Kurt’s frown deepened. “Okay. Take some rolls home with you, we’ve got plenty.”

He quickly filled a plastic container with rolls and handed it to Blaine.

“Thank you. And thanks for inviting me.”

Kurt smiled at Blaine. “We loved having you. Come over again tonight if you’re still here.”

Blaine hesitated. “I don’t know… My brother…”

“He’s welcome here too if he’s got no other plans,” Kurt offered.

“I… I’ll pass on the message. Bye, everyone!”

“Bye, Blaine!” everyone chorused.

Kurt sat back down and continued eating. It wasn’t until he started stacking plates to bring them to the sink that he noticed Blaine’s second roll was still on his plate. He’d only eaten one bite of it. “Weird that he left all of a sudden, without even finishing his roll.”

“Are you really that dense or do I have to spell it out for you?” Mark asked, taking a few mugs to the sink and opening the dishwasher.

“What?”

“Blaine likes you. Like-likes you. But you keep blowing hot and cold. Elliott says you were totally eye-fucking him in the garden, and then when he talked to Elliott, you were all frosty. Then last night, you were all over him after he sang to you, and you two slept together, and now at breakfast, you behave like nothing ever happened!”

Kurt spluttered. “Because nothing happened! We just talked. And then fell asleep. Why do you make it sound like I had sex with him? I didn’t. We didn’t even kiss. Nothing like that.”

“But Blaine sure wanted to.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “You’ve watched too many Hallmark movies.”

“Anyone can see how much he’s into you. The guy has hearts in his eyes whenever he looks at you. He SERENADED you, for crying out loud.”

Kurt smiled at the memory.

“And there you go again, smiling dopily like you’re all gone on him too. No wonder he gets his hopes up time and again. If you’re not interested, tell him so, okay?”

Mark’s vehemence startled Kurt, who held up his hands in a defensive gesture and looked at his friend warily.

Mark sighed. “Sorry. It’s just… I’ve been there. Not a fun place to be. So… Think about what I said, and do the right thing.”

Mark patted Kurt on the back and walked away.

Kurt filled the dishwasher on autopilot, thinking hard. He’d disliked Blaine so much and for so long, but actually, he’d proved to be a decent guy. Plus, he was a great singer and dancer, could talk about fashion or Broadway or classic movies for hours, and was ever so handsome and charming. Yes, if Kurt let himself, he could fall head over heels for Blaine. For sure.

Why was Kurt holding back? Because he felt ashamed that he’d assumed all sorts of wrong things about Blaine? Well, then, maybe it was time he apologized in person, and let bygones be bygones. But would he get the chance to do so?

That afternoon, he found out he would. Cooper came over to invite all of them to dinner, all charm and smiles, and joined them for cocktails in the garden.

Next door, Blaine was diving and swimming again, this time around wearing a pink speedo, and Kurt excused himself and went inside before his boner became too visible. He whipped up a summer fruit pavlova to take to the Anderson’s summer house that evening, and then spent the rest of the time before dinner deciding what outfit to wear.

It was with some trepidation that he entered the house, letting his friends go first. He needn’t have worried about being unwelcome, though. Cooper seemed to have forgotten he wanted Kurt to stay away from his brother, and Blaine seemed happy to see Kurt, and impressed with the pavlova.

Dinner proved to be fancy barbecue, with Blaine grilling everything from rosemary and pepper steak, chili-spiced prawns, glazed pork belly to stuffed salmon and lobster with a lemon and butter sauce. Rachel wasn’t forgotten, by any means. For her, he provided halloumi burgers, corn cobs, sweet potatoes, peppers and aubergines, as well as a peach mozzarella salad. Everyone ate until they were stuffed, and Kurt praised himself lucky he’d brought a light dessert, or no-one would even have tried it.

Afterwards, they all played Pictionary, laughing their heads off at the others’ questionable drawing talents.

When Rachel started clamouring for karaoke, Blaine took a seat next to Kurt, and whispered, “Will you sing for us again?”

Kurt swallowed and whispered, “Maybe later. Blaine, can I talk to you for a minute?”

They walked into the garden together, and Kurt apologized as best he could, though Blaine insisted it wasn’t necessary. “I said some pretty harsh things too. Now we’re quits. And from now on, we’ll try not to judge too fast. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Inside the house, Rachel started to sing a duet with Cooper, “Hold Me”.

Blaine’s eyes were pools of liquid light as he held out his hand to Kurt. “May I have this dance?”

Kurt laughed and took Blaine’s hand, letting himself be swept away. It was all incredibly romantic. Dancing under the stars, with a partner who made sure he didn’t stumble even once, and who looked at him as if… As if…

Out of the blue, soft lips covered his for a moment, and then Blaine drew back looking anxious. “That… I… Was that okay? I should have asked.”

Kurt reached out and cradled Blaine’s right cheek in his palm, moving in for a kiss of his own. His lips tingled when he came up for air, and he grinned at Blaine. “More than okay.”

#bbb2020 #blaine big bang 2020 #klaine fanfiction #my fic #out of the blue

2 notes · View notes